Lorenzo Remei
Hearing that woman's words, the pirate's eyes widened in anger and disbelief. So angry, he thought he was going to go crazy. But before he could do anything, the skeleton had him held down. It was for the best. Had he not, the pirate would have done something foolish.
It was something that offended him, offended what he believed in. What that man believed in. And he would never forgive her for that, not until he made her beg on her knees for mercy. That arrogant, that spiteful face of her’s. That face that looked at him as if he was nothing, that face that belonged to a demon who judged men as worthless... There was no complex feeling in this or confusion in his heart left to linger on.
Silently, the pirate looked down blankly and thought. It wasn't so complicated after all, that feeling of his.
Even as his chin stood but a hair’s width away from the cane’s point, Lorenzo did not gulp. He did not frown, nor did he show distress. Looking straight at the skeleton, he glared with a surprisingly cold calmness.
He was right. This has been nothing but a farce, a sad farce indeed. It’s almost funny, how it came to be.
But there was no need to apologize to Surien any longer, because whatever he said to hurt her couldn’t have been worse than what she said. And so, the man who thought himself unfeasible by the thoughts of others felt loathing. Pure, utter, loathing.
But that glare was quickly replaced by something different. Yes, it was strange indeed. For Lorenzo to feel anger for his own sake, and not for another’s. No, he discovered something that even he had forgotten: his pride, a pride he believed to be null, had been touched. And what man can stay silent if there is pride left?
He was tired. He really tried to play the apologetic role for once, because he thought it would be something sheat least deserved, to have the man who offended her apologize. It was not much, to simply apologize, to try to reconcile. It was certainly so much easier to think if he said sorry, everything would go back. He had to, because he didn’t want her to be hurt. No, it's not it. He didn't want to be hurt, because he admired her and liked her. Seeing that angry face of her's was the last thing he wanted, because it reminded him of his mistake. Truth be told, Lorenzo was looking forward to this fun little spar… And now there they were at each other’s throats.
Then, his look turned to Surien, the woman now utterly furious, and he smiled sadly. She couldn’t understand it, she couldn’t understand just how enraged he was. She who believed herself to be above all others could never be able to put others above herself. Therefore, she could never understand the ire that Lorenzo felt towards her.
Surien was right on one thing. He was not strong. He had been like a child, naive and arrogant, always rushing to undo his mistakes. Never facing the consequences of his own actions
But then, he became serious. Deadly serious. He was no longer playing the role of a quirky buffoon, or of an adventurous pirate hungry for possessions. No, he was Lorenzo. And she was someone he could not condone. But to cast away his façade, it meant that he accepted in a way that he was not the strongest. And so he did.
No more, he would accept what he had done, and all that it implies. He'd kick her ass because he wanted to. Because she pissed him off. And if he had to lose his tongue to tell her this, he’ll do it gladly. But that worthless human had nothing left to say to that demon.
